Woman, Amy George Recounts Her Encounter With Man Who Says It’s A Taboo To Sit In-between Women On A Bus
A young Nigerian woman, Amy George has taken to Facebook to recount her a funny but pathetic encounter she had with a man at the motor park.
George recounts how the man wouldn’t sit in-between two women who got on the bus before him; he termed doing so a taboo.
When the said man couldn’t have his way, he resorted to yelling. He also tried to make the driver of the vehicle wade into the matter, which he tried to do until a younger man came around, paid his fare and got on the bus.
George referred to the man who wouldn’t sit in-between two women on a bus as ‘oracle.’
Read her full story below:
“I had a cussed experience on my way back to onitsha. I boarded a car to onitsha, a lady was already at the back seat of three and a guy at the front. I got in, we were left with a passenger. We waited for the longest minutes before we got another passenger to complete the number of passengers needed.
I stepped down from the car for him to get in, He surprisingly stared at me and asked I get to the middle space while he takes mine (No, it didn’t come as a plead. It was a normalised act I never knew existed.)
Well, I declined.
“Nna a, i saw the two spaces and chose that which will be comfortable for me.”
He continued to lecture me how it’s a taboo for a man to sit between two women. “Kedu kam ga esi wey noro ebe, umu nwanyi ana akpakom, how would I sit and allow two women shrink me?”
This is a public car:
We paid same fare
We arrived before him
And everyone took a space that suits them.
While he was lamenting, I asked him to excuse me so I sit on the space he rejected, as he foolishly did, I got back to my space and told him to use the next door when he’s ready to get in. (Bless his soul, I’m sure he wouldn’t want to mess with the grim lady next door)
Oga resorted to yelling. At this moment, nobody cared—neither the lady nor I. He met the driver and asked for a refund, perhaps; the driver queried to know why, hence he approached us and said;
“Kedu ka Unu ga esi rapu nwoke ka onoro n’ etiti, how can you allow a man sit between you women?”
It was a rhetorical question we didn’t bother answering. I picked my phone and got myself busy while expecting either a refund or a new passenger to replace the ‘oracle.’
Finally, another passenger arrived—a man, younger and sensible one. He paid for the space the oracle rejected. I wasn’t surprised how the driver briskly refunded his money. We should blame his irrational reasoning on the quest for a customer right?
Our car was the last.
The oracle was left with two options—to use a bus or wait till other cars arrive from onitsha. Whatever his best option was, I sincerely don’t care.
I need a glass of chilled water to calm my nerves.”